The Search Begins

Me: Can you see the helicopter? I thought I heard it just now.

Nell: It’s circling over there. Poppy is probably looking for somewhere safe to land.

Me: Dartmoor is a bit rocky for helicopters. I hope she finds somewhere soon.

Nell: The rocks are called tors. The famous ones include Haytor and Hound Tor.

Me: Yes, I know. I’ve been coming here since I was a child.

Nell: Well, I’m never coming here in a minibus again.

Me: No, it wasn’t the best of journeys.

Nell: Dragging a cart full of excitable llamas behind us like a travelling circus. Whose idea was that?

Me: Gladys didn’t want to go without them.

Nell: And why are they wearing shell suits? This isn’t the 1980’s.

Me: I think they‘re in fashion again. Things do come round.

Nell: As if a cartload of llamas isn’t attention seeking enough.

Me: To be fair, Nell, a minibus full of creatures great and small is fairly unusual. Not to mention a small terrier flying a helicopter.

Nell: The only thing small about Poppy is her size.

Me: I’m not sure Beauregard and Mrs King should have joined us.

Nell: Why?

Me: Tigers and lions tend to put people on edge.

Nell: That’s as maybe but they are both excellent stalkers which is what we need right now.

Me: I don’t think there’s any point in me wearing my all-encasing hat.

Nell: Why not? It’s windy and you suffer with earache.

Me: True, but there’s no way that whoever has taken Dave, Rupert and Sally won’t know we’re here.

Nell: We want them to know we’re here.

Me: Do we?

Nell: Yes. They need to know we are here to get our family back and we are not leaving without them.

Me: Yes. You’re right. Sorry.

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